some smoke, man Where the weed at? [E.K.R.] Da Mann [Steele] Put in the air [E.K.R.] Uh-huh, heb's uhe Heb's uhe [Steele] Yeah, NY Got my peeps from Zurich
this bi**h, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin to God for my squad Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care Though
game Knowing it's a dead end And my only weapon Is my believe that I'm superior Yeah we the muthaf**kas That you ni**az is liery off Controling my steam Knowing my
soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my
company of bi**hes Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick My heaviest verse'll
my sins too much, nuttin left to earn [Kadafi] October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin Only five years up in this bi
have a menage like Nicki You hot like dickee outfit in Texas Without your under it sweatin Suck my dick, we both gets to steppin to my logic [Eminem] My god trick, My
my name is... I forgot my name! My name was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil my new name is....
Jo ick ba?n de Jung achtern Plattenspeeler Un so deel ick op as Sta¶rtebeker sine Likkedeeler. Dor is for jeden wat dorbi wat ik speel. Bi uns in heet
Disco. Jo ick bun de Jung achtern Plattenspeeler un so deel ick op as Stortebeker sine Likedeeler. Dor is for jeden wat dorbi wat ik speel. Bi uns in
I'd rather die then loss my soul to foolish pride Mornings of armegeddons settling arguments but who am I? You decide to use the bi, directed by You divide
flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my
now Drink your fill from my fountain of love, wet your lips I'm a man I'm a boy Well I'm your mother I'm a one-night stand I'm a bi I'm your slave I
my side to be my wife The mother of my child So help me sing it Tuface Idibia Somebody say huhhuhh girl (huhhuhh girl) You are my African queen The girl of my
My wife) Go a ghetto booty like Naomi Imma tell you like Jayo say All my bitches havin' fancy dreams And all my bitches wearin' Applebottom jeans My wife, my bitch, my
, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back to the trap one time [Chorus] I went from rolling wit' dem rocks on the block To controlling my position
loosing. These bi***s keep choosing. And that's why (ay, ay). [Smurf:] Let me get em. Man I gotta hit the flo. Step into my fighting stand. And then
uh oh, Empire, Empire, Lets get em, Young Money Cash Money Calabo, Listen Listen Chorus: All my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas, My gangstas